“We’re leaving, Margaret. As soon as I can raise passage. I’ll leave you here until I have a job, and then I’ll buy passage for you and the bairn to come. Scotland’s not done me any favors.”
Margaret looked at Frank in disbelief.
“We’re leavin’? Tae gae whair?”
“Canada. The United States. Australia…New Zealand. Somewhere else.”
“Whyfer, Frank? Wha’ happent?”
“Drummond is moving me to the coal face as an apprentice, at a lower wage. He says I’m the last one in and he’s lost too many miners. I will suffer through it, but as soon as I can manage it, we are leaving.”
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